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blocboy jb – trap neva closed كلمات اغاني

[intro: blocboy jb]
i ride with it
still keep that nine on my side with it
had a gun in a shootout, you hide wit it
that’s your problem, what you wanna get high with it?
you keep on taking pictures with that little bitty gun
you gun f_ck round and die with it
new murcielago, b_tterfly doors
what you n_ggas need, know the trap neva closed

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan & sada baby]
cubans at both of the doors
i keep it player they play with they nose
plug just came in with a load
too late to get it its already sold
n_ggas dry snitchin don’t stick to the code
i fly with my vvs, i rose on my gold
got it on my lap, i don’t keep it in the console
backwoods 3.5, i’m rolling gelato
cartier see all that f_ck sh_t, n_gga
catch me a body on defense n_gga
12 hit the door i ain’t see sh_t n_gga
trapped out apartments i came out the cement n_gga
dope in the cabinet and we serve out the kitchen
told me give hugs not drugs i ain’t listen
no love in the streets i don’t love these b_tches
i’m going ot, take i it to memphis (hol’ up)

[verse 2: sada baby]
i be in my trap house 24/7
at the front and the side door with the mac_11
serving crack rocks from h_ll, send a dope fiend to heaven
young dog keep it strapped, doing everything but telling
he’ll rob your lil’ n_gga, take what he selling
ima f_ck your b_tch cause i heard that you jealous
i’ll bust your sh_t you keep looking at my fellas
i’ll spin this chop clip look like propellers
my main b_tch caramel, her best friend vanilla
sippin purple, spinning green, and my percocets yellow
blocboy a crip, i’ma blood from the nellas
hoodrich hood and i’m hood just like him
i shoot the strap at any n_gga tryna fight him
gotta keep 100 round on us, whole gang icy

[verse 3: blocboy jb]
glock 19 and i’m good with the ars
blocboy be the painter yeah i pull up and i spray cars
your baby daddy still got a day job
we be in the trap whipping dope till it hit hard
ar_15 , no .22 tec
and the smith, i got .22 but i don’t run a [?]
i got b_tches up in brooklyn like i play for nets
why you shoot him in the face? that n_gga played with the set
hit a n_gga in the face with the gauge make a mess
fill a n_gga up with the lead like i’m taking a test
throwing bullets you like dez bryant waiting on a catch
by any means imma get mine n_gga that’s a bet

[verse 4: hoodrich pablo juan]
paper cuts, counting that money all_day
who is that, answer the door with the k
i fly to la then i drive to the bay (let’s go)
i buy 100 bands, i get 50 on my face
don’t go to the club, all my n_ggas in sp_ce
i need prescriptions i signed up for medicaid
trapped out i don’t even know no other way
brown and white, they talkin’ [?]
just added stones to my cartiers
i put christian dior on and it ain’t even sunday
i make her eat it up entrée
i sold that dope to my auntie

[verse 5: sada baby]
i got rose gold on my front t__th
let my chopper take care of that one beef
yo’ gang 12, 21 jump street
i won’t give a b_tch nothing she f_ck me
send him up to god he bummed me
i will send him to his grave he asked for it
i dump this b_tch at the task force
allie_ooped that b_tch off the glass board
i got bop sticks on the sideline they loaded
we drop sh_t, do it all the time they know it
thot b_tch acting like she mine i don’t know her
i ain’t takin’ selfies with no ho, can’t expose me
vs1 chain on you should do the rosery
white b_tch snort top side give that hoe a nose bleed
bussin down backwoods at the pistons game floor seats
[?] every time i shoot, that b_tch ain’t got no d
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- blocboy jb

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